Cisco wrote:
I believe in the God Whom I know.
Some aspects of Him are described in the Bible accurately, some are not. There are other sources that describe Him accurately, too. Like this one, for instance. But it’s not perfect, either.
I often see Him in the faces of beggars and winos who live in the street. I seldom see Him in the faces of priests and men with political power. I usually hear Him in the voices of children. I seldom hear Him in the sermons from pulpits.
I feel Him most when I am lost and alone. He is my Loving Father, and the Love Everlasting. He is my Hope, my Comforter, and my Redeemer. He is the Absolute Truth, the Only Way for me, and the Light by which I see.
When I rejected Him, He embraced me. When I taunted Him, He kissed me. When I ridiculed Him, He smile at me. When I tore off His robe, beat Him with a whip, and punctured His skull with thorns, He told me that He loved me.
I can no more abandon my faith in Him than I can abandon my own body. My body is not even real. It is rotting meat, decaying flesh, cells that are dying. But He is Eternal, and loves goodness so much that, were there anyone more good than He, He would worship them.
Now, before you ask me any more questions, you reread this again and again and again. Meanwhile, I pray that the God Who goes with me will go with you. All the best to you, my friend.